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Creature's Name: Twilight
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Species/Breed: Horse
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No adding markings or removing them.
Use her, don't let her collect dust C:
Must PM me of trying for her or making a revamp.
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Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

nope.

Creature's Name: Captain
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Species/Breed: Horse
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No adding markings or removing them.
Use him, don't let him collect dust C:
Must PM me of trying for him or making a revamp.
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Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

nope.

Creature's Name: Promise
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Species/Breed: Horse
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No adding markings or removing them.
Use her, don't let her collect dust C:
Must PM me of trying for her or making a revamp.
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Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

nope.

Creature's Name: Lady
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Species/Breed: Horse
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No adding markings or removing them.
Use her, don't let her collect dust C:
Must PM me of trying for her or making a revamp.
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Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

nope.

[Wesley]

Aww, bye Wheatley. ;c
Edit - Knew I should've posted something this round. Got permission from Rave and everything. Congrats to Jack Frost, though. You got one of my favorite characters that I don't own myself.
Congrats though for sure, everyone! Some of our lovely older characters got a new home. <3

I think I'll go for one this round. ^u^

[albinny trancy]

I-I got Wheatley?! YAY!! I'll love him forever!
Now to get to work on art. XD

[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

Pet's ID Tag:
#67
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Name You'd Choose for It:
I would name him Jonah. The name Jonah comes from the Bible of course! Jonah is the main character of the Bible story Jonah and the Whale, in this story God asks Jonah to preach repentance to the city of Nineveh. Jonah finds this to be unreasonable and goes to the seaport of Joppa and tried to ride on a boat Tarshish heading away from Nineveh. God then sent a wild storm to let the crew know that Jonah was the cause for the storm. Jonah was thrown overboard and God sent a whale to catch Jonah in his mouth. Jonah stayed in the whale for three days. When God made the whale throw Jonah up Jonah tried hard to always listen to God. His nicknames would be The King and Jo-Jo
Species/Breed:
Jonah is a lion.
Gender:
Jonah is a male obviously!
Reason You Want It:
I feel as if I could write a great story about him also I almost cried when I saw him Im in love with him.{No joke I almost cried.}Also he is just so beautiful. He would be my first character and I would love him so much. My whole family is a family that loves cats. Especially big cats I just think he is so precious!I have no characters either and I would love him to be my first!
History/Background/Other:
Jonah was in the National Savannah Reserve, every day he tried to escape. Jonah hated knowing he
was cooped up, eventually one day the invisible fence had a fault in it and all the animals began to escape, at the time of this Jonah was far away from the fence by the time he came to the fence it was fixed and closed, he was one of the few lions left in the reserve. He began to slam against the fence.
"Why... why did the fence have to close before I got here."

Jonah took all day trying to get through the fence he eventually had to stop his shoulders began to bleed. Jonah sat and began to roar with anger. Eventually on of the reserve workers came by to see what was wrong, being smart he led them to the fence and began to slam into it as he had done before. The reserve employee had eventually had enough and had felt bad for the poor lion so he got some Spray paint that was like a teal color and began to spray stripes onto his fur. The kind worker then opened up the fence.
"Here you go, I know you have been waiting for this for a very long time Jonah."
He said kindly to the lion
Jonah roared with appreciation then ran out into freedom. Life had never been so good the the large lion. He let out a roar of hope and ran into freedom.
As Jonah raced through the Savannah as a free lion now he roared to let the whole population know of his new freedom. Eventually after a few hours of walking and resting he had found another lion pride, he walked over and went to talk to the leader.
"Hello my name is Jonah." He said bowing his head
"Hello newcomer." The leader replied
"I was wondering if you could use any new pride members...?"
"Indeed I could use another lion or two." The leader replied
From that day on Jonah was a part of the silver crescent moon pride, he became lead hunter and then eventually alpha, he had a wonderful family with a make name Akira and two cubs name Jagger and Miya, His life was now perfection.
Art:(not needed but extra credit)
I am so sorry but I can not draw for my life, If I end up drawing something that wont burn out your eyes I will let you know XD.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Of course I would take full responsibility for him!! I would love him so much and make a Character thread for him since he is my first character if I won him anyway, he is just so precious and adorable!! I would add alot more to him story once I get him because right now I am working on a book that I could easily put him in he would be perfect.

[albinny trancy]

Pet's ID Tag:

This lovely boy resides in Kennel 67}
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Look to your right.
Name You'd Choose for It:
Othniel; means God's strength.
Species/Breed:
Othniel is an African Lion.
Gender:
Male, of course!
Reason You Want It:
As soon as I saw Othniel, I knew I just had to have him. He's such a beauty, I gasped and fell out of my chair as soon as I saw him. I screamed "Othniel, Othniel, O Othniel" and hugged my laptop. Othniel will be greatly used in my care, and will have his own best friends (Wheatley and Kris, two other characters I got from this Agency). He'll be a beloved character, and have his shining crown as the King of my Character Thread.
History/Background/Other:

He should have never been there in the first place.

Art:(not needed but extra credit)

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yupper-doodle-doo!

[Mozzy.]

Kennel number:

One

Name:

Dempsey

Commonly called Dem or Demi by her friends.

Species/Breed:

Domestic Canine

Canis lupus familiaris
Specifically a White German Shepherd

Gender:

Female

♀

Reason You Want It:

Dempsey is a cute little character that caught my eye as soon as she arrived, but I had no motivation and a very busy life. Now, with some motivation behind me, I can try for this little girl. She has a pretty, simple design that is easy for the eyes. Which is good for me, because sometimes I have a hard time seeing certain colours *coughredcough*. I think she'd be a darling friend for a couple of my characters, a nice change from their usual...ways...
I think she'd introduce them to the more, sensitive, side of their behaviours, and maybe calm them down a bit.

History/Background/Other:

I'm not very good at writing long stories. So I'll be writing lots of little stories that would feature Dempsey in them. These stories would also help to understand her personality.

This story is featuring Dempsey, Cherokii and Astris.

"Don't you just hate this weather Dem? I know I do. It's just way too hot."
Astris and Dempsey were walking down to the cafe where Astris worked after school, and the day was the hottest day on record. The pair of girls, one 2 years older than the other, picked up the pace they were walking at when Dempsey checked her phone. "Oh no! Tris, you're going to be late if we don't hurry!" Astris, having never been late to work in her life, grabbed the smaller girl's hand and started to jog down the rest of the street.

Art:

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Oui!~

Work in progress

[Wesley]

Pet's ID Tag:

Kennel 25

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Name You'd Choose for It:

Bronte
Altered form of Irish Prunty, a form of Gaelic Ó Proinntigh, meaning "descendant of Proinnteach," a personal name that was originally a byname meaning "banquet hall (denoting a "generous person")." In Prunty's altered form (Bronte), the name is identical to the Sicilian place name and the name of a mythological horse of the Sun, meaning "thunder." But Prunty was probably purposely altered to Bronte by bearers of the name who admired Lord Nelson who was awarded the title of Duke of Bronte in 1799 by Ferdinand, King of the Two Sicilies. - 20000names.com

Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Species/Breed:

Gloom Fox

Gender:

Female ♀

Reason You Want It:

The minute that Tripp posted this gorgeous gal on the Character Adoption Addicts Anonymous, I really connected with her. I did have some trouble at first determining her gender, I think she could of gone either way. The lovely thing about Tripp's designs are that you can always tell whether or not it is his. c: He finds a way to blend in the colors of the rainbow with dark colors so that nothing is blinding. I'd even go as far as to say that this design is natural with it's 'merle-like' markings, simply with gorgeous unnatural flares and highlights. I could provide a character website page for her, her own little home, and I'll spoil her with art and goodies. Thanks for the opportunity; she's lovely!

Building on to this, I was brought to tears and was entirely humbled in the process of writing Bronte's personality. As I wrote it, I discovered how much I was pouring my own figure into this character. She has a lot of traits that I have! Most of them, for the worse...

Personality, Likes, Dislikes, etc:

Despite her appearance, Bronte is not a particularly 'dark' or 'sad' figure, though this being said, neither is she happy. When surrounded by a large group of people, Bronte is still lonely. She finds it hard to fit in not because she is particularly unique in size, shape, color, or personality, but because others seem to ignore her. She doesn't connect well with people... she tends to chase those trying to get to her heart off before they can make a lasting impression. The truth is, Bronte is scared of making any relationships, because she fears that those that she begins to trust are the ones that will one day leave her to be lonely. Instead of living the life that she could should she choose to rely on anyone, she lives a life in full seclusion, not physically, but mentally. She has a hard time opening up to anyone at all because she knows no one will understand the way she feels. She's always frustrated by the simple things: a single thing on her plate and she's already stressed. Don't get near her when she's sad, because she bites back. She's far from a morning person, but she hates to sleep in. She finds it hard to see an accomplishment in anything that she does, because she knows that no matter how hard she tries to fit in, no one will ever accept her for who she is. She doesn't want to change herself so that others will like her, so she's adapted the motto that 'Different is beautiful'. She doesn't like the way society chews everyone up and spits them out, less than half as great of a person as they were before. Conforming to everyone else's state leaves a person without so much as a shell of themselves. When Bronte sees herself change, she automatically fixes it. She doesn't want to be like others.

Bronte likes to live her life by her own standards. She sets high goals for herself that she knows that she can achieve, but she feels as though even her largest efforts towards achieving these things are minimal and do not contribute. While she knows she has the opportunity and ability to do something great with her life, she feels as though everything she does to reach this goal is a waste of time. Her complex mind leaves her with ways out of tricky situations, and she has a tongue with a knack for sarcasm and offensive statements that were genuinely meant to be innocent. She's simply not a peoples' person; she's a total introvert. Bronte likes the beauty of nature: majestic waterfalls, the songs of birds, and even the gloomy, dying trees are among her biggest confidantes. She's not obsessed with nature, but she prefers to live among it versus living among the cities where humans and great monstrous machinery live.

Bronte finds beauty displayed by simplicity. One of her favorite things in the world is rain puddles. It's amazing that something so insignificant gives her the security that it does. The splash of puddles gives her hope, and she loves to go out after March rainstorms to jump into them. Her reflection can be seen in them, and her face is distorted by the ripples caused by excess drops dripping down from weeping willows' branches.

What Bronte has yet to see is that 'anything in life that is worth doing, is worth doing poorly.' She expects perfection from herself every time she tries her hand at anything. She needs to allow herself room to fail, room to learn something that she can't do. She could use a lesson that she won't get everything on her first try, and that's okay. After all, once you're on the bottom there's only one way that you can go, and that way is up. ↑

Bronte likes the months of March and April, calm, thunderless rainstorms, trees, flowers, and small animals. She doesn't like prejudice, segregation, death, blood, drought, or mindlessly conformed people without individual personalities.

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?

"Have you ever heard that saying, 'just go with the flow'? I've come here to tell you just how wrong it is."

History/Background/Other:

I'm so tired of the endless comments that people seem to have about others. But especially, I am sick and tired of what others are saying to me. "What happened to you? You used to be such a sweet, optimistic little girl! Now you're so rude and pessimistic. It's like you've de-matured." If others could even begin to realize the state that I'm in, and why I'm this way, I doubt that they'd be saying much anymore. Others are always so thankful for what they have. I've seen people with absolutely nothing, not a thing to their name, considerably happier than I am. I am blessed, and my eyes are opened to this. I am thankful for what I have, but I have a hard time expressing this. Do you think I chose this mindset? No, of course not, and I'm trying to change. I want to differ from and overcome what everyone else is, because I want to be unique. I want my life to be worth living, worth listening to. Different... is beautiful.

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I was raised in a society that taught its young that we were above all others. Others were poor, though we were wealthy. Others had none, while we had all. Sins and wrongdoings were treated as righteous acts, and the whole society took great pride in themselves. I was taught from this perspective, and it was all that I knew to be right. My people could do no wrong. As I got older, I began to reject this point of view. Who was anyone to put themselves above another?

My father was a great man, and for this I loved him. I had an inexplicable bond with him, though perhaps if you spoke to him he'd tell you that I was a sarcastic one and had a bizarre and defective way of expressing this love. Either way, my mother was never a part of my life. I was born in the cove of our side of the island. I was pulled from my mother's grasp and was nurtured by a kind female named Cloud. My life as an infant was full of constant visits with my dad and long days with Cloud while my father was out hunting or exploring. Each time my father came back, he'd treat me to all sorts of things. As soon as I was old enough, he took me on his adventures with him. We rarely returned to our home where the skulk nested. One day, my father ventured far out of the way of our territory. He was not well. You could tell from his looks that he was certainly rather sick. I began to realize that the water he drank was polluted. I spent the night by my father's side, refusing to sleep. I lay next to him, my chin on his back, and I monitored his breathing rates constantly. In the morning, he was well again, but we were still a long way from home. For the first time, I acknowledged my surroundings. We had ventured onto their side of the mountain. No longer were we in the land of our own skulk; we had ventured onto the dark land, the dark and bloody grounds. Even the grass and trees in this area seemed to cry out. It was a land where the blood of others nourished the grass; for not a drop of water was to be found. The land, perhaps as a result of being rainless, was shriveled. The grass bore a sickening shade of maroon, mirrored by the blood which served as its only thirst-quencher. The trees were twisted and gnarled. They seemed to reach into the air in hopes of touching the stars, for they were so high. Their efforts appeared to be cast down by an invisible eerie force, and while its presence could not be seen, it made itself known. "Father, we need to get out of here," I said, concerned. "This is not the land of our skulk."

My father moaned, and he looked up at me with a faint twinkle in his eyes. He sat up and brought his wobbling old knees to a standing position. "Indeed," he said. He too seemed to have only now seen our surroundings. "Let's go." For many weeks after returning to my father's den, I questioned him about the place. "Who lives there?" I'd ask constantly. His only answers consisted of sighs, sad grins, and the shaking of his head. Eventually, my questions died down. The thoughts and wonders, however, did not disappear from my mind. They were simply overriden by thoughts of my father. He'd aged considerably, and Cloud, much younger than he, had taken to tending to his wound and old, aching muscles. It was not likely that he'd travel again. Weeks turned into months as they passed. My instincts began to kick in and I fell restless and full of curiousity. I knew that it was not good for my health to sit by his side day and night. I'd failed to eat as much as I had before, and I never went out for exercise. After much internal conflict, I'd made my decision. I explained to my father and Cloud, the closest thing I'd ever had to a mother, that the time had come when I'd need to make independent choices and I thought it'd be for my own good if I left my skulk behind. I thanked them for their influences in my life, and I promised them that they'd never be forgotten. Cloud lay with my father, licking his face. They both looked wistful, but they appeared understanding. I remember the last thing that my father said well. "Don't let the world change you."

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WIP

First memory:

"I'll race you to the top!" Bronte's father exclaimed. She giggled and chased behind his tail, narrowly escaping the tip of it before it nearly hit her square in the face.

Mountains, she remembers. Mountains were all around her. "What are they, Father?" she recalled asking, and her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull as she noticed the beauty of them. They were tye-died in purples, greys, blues, and whites, and their crevasses were deep and jagged. They weren't smooth; no surface looked exactly identical to the surface adjacent to it. "Mountains," he said in a hushed voice. He turned her around abruptly, but it didn't keep her from getting a glimpse. A shadowed figure of cruelty lay just on the other side of the mountain. A demonic fox, eyes creased, stood over the body of an innocent one. Overhead, a single crow circled. Her father nudged her. "Bronte," he said. "It's time to go."

Birth town, date, and current residence:

Bronte was born on the island of Rathlin in Northern Ireland. She continues to live there in the less populated areas. She was born on February the twenty-sixth.

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

Art:(not needed but extra credit)

Just some random ugly sketches by me. Ordering better art of her from other peeps. :U

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Yes. <3

Song lyrics from Coldplay's "Violet Hill"
Quote by me

[SnowStar77]

Pet's ID Tag:67
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Name You'd Choose for It: Collie
Species/Breed: a beautiful african lion <3
Gender: male
Reason You Want It:I would love to add him to my story. He would have a lovely mate and a cub one of which was adopted from this thread <3 I would love him endlessly. He will have a permanent home in my threads <3 I feel like I can make a great story about him.
History/Background/Other:Collie lived in river pride on the west side of the river. He had a lovely mate and a beautiful son. He was very happy. The rest of his pride consisted of the bravest and strongest lionesses in all the savanna.

Collie was out on a patrol with Sahara one of the lionesses, and Sora, who was his son. He was teaching his son how to pounce when they came. Suddenly the savanna went dark, a powerful wind blew on the grass. Many vans pulled up, some loaded with cages, some with guns. They were cornering them! Large creatures with masks and guns filled with darts surrounded the lions. Collie growled, sora mewed, and Sahara hissed. But the creatures kept coming closer! Collie remembered seeing sora and Sahara shot down, then everything went black..

When Collie awoke, he was in a large cage. He couldn't see much beyond that, but he could hear his sons mewling and Saharas constant growling. There was another sound. It was a sound collie had heard before... It was a car! They were in a car! Collie let out a Long low growl to let sora and Sahara know he was there. Then, the car stopped. All was silent for a few precious moments, then the back of the car opened and bright sunlight filtered in. The creature pointed a dart at collie, and the world dimmed.


When collie awoke yet again he was in a much larger cage. But this cage was different, it wasn't metal and cold, but glass and fake plants, and large rocks. Then, collie had an idea. He began to climb up the largest rocks. He pawed at the glass but to no avail. He let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the rocks. Then, Collie realized something. Where were Sahara and sora? There was a small cave built into the rocks. Collie crawled inside not knowing what to do anymore.

Collie was stuck in this cage for three days before the truck returned. Collie rejoiced. " hooray!" He thought " there here to take me back!" But they didn't. Instead they dumped another animal into the cage. It was small, and motionless. Collie guessed they had put a sleeping dart in the animal. Collie padded up after the creatures in the masks left. The animal smelled familiar. It was another lion! But not just any other lion, it was collies son! Collie gazed at his son. He was so happy that he was not dead, now, collie had a new motive. He had to get out of there.


It was a few days later. Collie knew what to do. Every day at 12:00 the keepers came in with food. And when they did, collie was ready. After waiting for three days. Finally, the zookeeper came in. Perfect! He had left the gate open! Collie grabbed sora and dashed for the gate. He made it! But there wasn't savanna on the other side of the gate, it was concrete and creatures everywhere! Collie ran. He ran as fast as he could with sora in between his jaws.

Finally, he reached the gate. He dashed outside of the stone walls of the concrete paradise. And into... The jungle?
No! This isn't right! Collie thought. He dashed deeper, until he came apon another car. But it had a picture of the savanna on it! Collie hopped in the back and put sora down. After that, he sat
down and relaxed. He was on his way back home.

The van stopped. Sora was mewling, and collie picked him up my the scruff of his neck. Sunlight filtered through the back of the truck and collie could smell the savanna. Collie hopped out of the truck and took a look around. He knew where he was! He was very close to home! Just then he heard his mate Gypsys low growling. It was the masked creatures! They were surrounding her like they did to him! He carefully sat down sora in a small hollow and dashed to her rescue. He landed next to her and whispered. " follow my lead!" He growled at them and she did the same. They shot a dart at him but he dodged it! He pulled off one of their masks with his powerful claws. Gypsy drug her claws down one of their backs. The masked creatures sped off in their van never to be seen again. Collie grabbed sora and padded happily back to his pride.
Sahara was never heard from again.

Art:.



I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I really would love to adopt this lion <3

[Tammanae]

Mozarella, this is the second time I have to warn you to use the form as it is given to you. If you fail to give the Kennel Number, I will not be including you in the CD list and your form will be jumped.

[Chaosin]

Pet's ID Tag:
#21
Image of pet

The original image.

Name You'd Choose for It:
Probably Pera or Menta.
Pera being Spanish for Pear.
Menta being Spanish for Mint.
Species/Breed:
Moogle Dog.
Gender:
Male.
Reason You Want It:
I have been eyeing this little cutie for quite some time. I love the simplicity of his design, and the fact I love Moogles makes him so much better. I adore everything about him and I would like a lighter-toned character to balance out the darkness of Keyblade, my fursona, and Hatter, whom I adopted from The Agency back in 2010. I would absolutely cherish this little guy and give him plenty of love. I don't have many characters, so ordering art would be one of my main priorities. After getting him his own spot on my character site, of course.
History/Background/Other:
History/Background

Born something not quite normal, nor not quite fictional, this young Moogle dog was raised in the simple life of guiding travelers and being a merchant. The life of a Moogle is incredibly boring, especially if you don't fit in and seek adventure at every turn. Something else seems to be a longing for this male. Not traveling and being a guide, where adventure lays, but maybe beyond that like discovering creatures other than humans, elves, and your every day Final Fantasy Chocobo, who he learned are very hard to tame.

But, if he went on adventures, where would he go when everything was all discovered? That would be as boring as a merchant's life. So, what could this little moogle do? Maybe settle down away from the life of a Moogle and be something like a domestic pet. Just, without the collar and such. That would be the perfect life. Waiting for love and care, there was someone out there who wanted him. Someone to allow him to accept his fate. He would embrace it with grace. Until bathtime anyway.

Personality
Innocence is an understatement for this little guy. He's cute and bubbly, but also very independent. This guy is like your average Patrick Star-styled sidekick, bright in certain fields but comes off stupid. His cuteness is a weapon, but so is his little ball that distracts him like a dog's tail. He will get "mad" if you tell him he is cute. Then, he'll storm off in a huff only to come to the sound of a can opener. He loves to eat, nicknaming him "Glut". He can be affectionate and acts like a cat with his slight purrs.

Other
His favorite foods are limes, pears, tomato soup, catnip, and Cheerios.
He hates baths, soap operas, the color pink, girly things, and being called "cute".
His favorite super hero is Batman.
He is obsessed with turnips, the color orange, and stealing remotes.
He purrs when happy.
His favorite hobby is trying to climb the curtains and trying to nap in bowls on the counters.
Can shift between dog and cat, it seems.
Art:
I wish I had some, but due to losing my muse, I have nothing to show right now.
Everything is incomplete ;A;
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.